Paul Wall

Paul Wall - Sippin' Tha Barre lyrics

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[Chorus:]

Sippin' tha barre

Grippin' tha grain

I got 17 karats in my piece and chain [repeat 4x]

[Verse 1:]

Now open a map and take a trip down south

Come on over to Houston Texas welcome to the Swisha House

It's the land of the trill

I'm coming live from the block

I got my mind on my hustle

I'm tyrna make it to the top

So I put in work and stack at night

Determination is all I got

On the grind I scheme and plot

Whatever it takes to raise my stock

I'm breaking bread out here trying to survive

I'm under water with these sharks praying that I stay alive

I'm putting up numbers like Garnet on that 610 south

Ain't nothing soft about my block except the packs of the south

This here's that Peoples Champ talk

It's the expressions of a G

And I'ma be chasing after them g's until I R.I.P.

Its Paul Wall baby

What it do? Been banging Screw since '92

Fat Pat n Lil Kee Kee, Phunky Hawk and the rest of the crew

So who's next with the plex?

I'm flipping slab and waving hood

With screens hanging down from the roof

I'm ballin' like a true playa should, I'm

[Chorus x4]

[Verse 2:]

They got you thinking Houston Texas the home of David Carr

But really its candy paint playas sippin' on barre

Come take a ride wit a star straight outta that lone star state

Where Michael Watts trained and told me I gotta hold my weight

That motivation is the key when you moving them keys

Entrepreneurs up in the game outta the 713

See one of the keys to my success

I switched up like Greg Mattix

While maintaining my composure to become one of the baddest

I stick to the G-code in my Algiers clothes

While I'm tippin' on 4 4 's with these suicide doors

I buy dro and pour a 4 for my dogs that died in the past

Praying to God I stay afloat just to make this hustle last

Its prime time I'm obeying the laws

While my life is on trial

I'm tryna knockout piece and chain and throw some ice on my smile

Its all work and no play I'm out here punching that clock

Its hustle mania out here grinding on the block I'm tryna ball baby

[Chorus x4]

[Verse 3:]

From the third coast trenches where the killers don't think

Where them boys be slugged up and tatted up with that ink

These lil cowards tryna assassinate the character of a G

But I'm squashing all of that chatter keeping it real and being me

Its G's up and marks down when I'm making my round

I'm up in NYC with Dipset and we shutting it down

Shouts out to King and Martin holding it down in the low post

While I'm on the block grinding tryna hold my post

I'm glass house on the grill my necklace glow like toxic waste

I'm iced out like frozen food

Sippin' on the ski taste

I'm over time on that grind

It ain't no time for playing games

That's why I hustle 25/8 accumulating this change

I got them diamonds up against that wood grippin' grain and sippin' good

Hustle Time that's my hood getting money is understood

I'm on the hustle baby all night and all day

100 thee up in my safe

It's safe to say that boy is paid

[Chorus x5]

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